Elliott is obsessed with Christmas. All things Holiday, really. Everyday we have at least one conversation that goes something like this:
E: It's almost Halloween!
What comes after Halloween, Mommy?
Me: November.
E: It'll be. . . THANKSGIVING!
And then it'll be. . . What comes next, Mommy?
I'll let you predict for yourself how the rest of it goes. Based on this obsession, we've had several (hundred) conversations about Christmas. He already has a list for Santa: an alarm clock and blocks (Legos). I was completely confused when he spontaneously told me this morning:
E: Mommy, we're going to give Santa a number.
Me: What, Elliott?
E: You said I could give Santa a number at Christmas. (very emphatically)
Me: (racking my brain for some clue)
E: We'll give him a number to tell him an alarm clock and blocks. You SAID!
Me: (light dawning) You mean a letter? I said we could write him a letter?
E: (completely indignant) Yes, Mommy. You said.
Ah. I suppose it never occurred to me that my three-year old didn't know the difference between a letter that is a symbol and letter than is a form of correspondence. So yes, we'll be sending Santa a number.
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